The Book of Life. Upton Sinclair
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CHAPTER XLII EDUCATION FOR MARRIAGE
CHAPTER XLIII THE MONEY SIDE OF MARRIAGE
CHAPTER XLIV THE DEFENSE OF MONOGAMY
CHAPTER XLV THE PROBLEM OF JEALOUSY
CHAPTER XLVI THE PROBLEM OF DIVORCE
CHAPTER XLVII THE RESTRICTION OF DIVORCE
CHAPTER XLVIII THE EGO AND THE WORLD
CHAPTER XLVIX COMPETITION AND CO-OPERATION
CHAPTER L ARISTOCRACY AND DEMOCRACY
CHAPTER LII THE PROCESS OF SOCIAL EVOLUTION
CHAPTER LIII INDUSTRIAL EVOLUTION
CHAPTER LIV THE CLASS STRUGGLE
CHAPTER LV THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM
CHAPTER LVI THE CAPITALIST PROCESS
CHAPTER LXI THE POSSIBILITIES OF PRODUCTION
CHAPTER LXII THE COST OF COMPETITION
CHAPTER LXIII SOCIALISM AND SYNDICALISM
CHAPTER LXIV COMMUNISM AND ANARCHISM
CHAPTER LXVI CONFISCATION OR COMPENSATION
CHAPTER LXVII EXPROPRIATING THE EXPROPRIATORS
CHAPTER LXVIII THE PROBLEM OF THE LAND
CHAPTER LXIX THE CONTROL OF CREDIT
CHAPTER LXX THE CONTROL OF INDUSTRY
CHAPTER LXXII AGRICULTURAL PRODUCTION
CHAPTER LXXIII INTELLECTUAL PRODUCTION
PART ONE
THE BOOK OF THE MIND
CHAPTER I
THE NATURE OF LIFE
(Attempts to show what we know about life; to set the bounds of real truth as distinguished from phrases and self-deception.)
If I could, I would begin this book by telling you what Life is. But unfortunately I do not know what Life is. The only consolation I can find is in the fact that nobody else knows either.
We ask the churches, and they tell us that male and female created He them, and put them in the Garden of Eden, and they would have been happy had not Satan tempted them. But then you ask, who made Satan, and the explanation grows vague. You ask, if God made Satan, and knew what Satan was going to do, is it not the same as if God did it himself? So this explanation of the origin of evil gets you no further than the Hindoo picture of the world resting on the back of a tortoise, and the tortoise on the head of a snake—and nothing said as to what the snake rests on.
Let us go to the scientist. I know a certain physiologist, perhaps the greatest in the world, and his eager face rises before me, and I hear his quick, impetuous voice declaring that he knows what Life is; he has told it in several big volumes, and all